Page 104 of Gunner

She wouldn’t respond to that. I had said the same thing to her in a number of different ways. I guess she figured if she didn’t acknowledge it, it wasn’t true.

I had taken to eating in my truck most nights. It felt a little like we were eating dinner together. I was going to give her two more weeks before I started delivering the food myself.

My phone buzzed again.

King:Church tonight.

Me:I know.

King:Then get your ass home and stop stalking the shrink.

Me:10-4, good buddy.

King:Fuck you.

I laughed out loud, and the sound echoed in my truck.

I was so focused on watching my woman’s house that I didn’t see the sheriff’s car pull up behind me. When Declan knocked on my window, I dropped my fucking drink all over myself and the damn floor.

Fuck.

Soda was a bitch to get out of the floor pads. Sugar stuck to every fucking thing. Rolling the window down, I glared at the sheriff.

“Did King call you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“He did. What the fuck are you doing?”

“I was eating my fucking dinner until you banged on my window and made me drop soda all over everything.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

He turned and left me there, still trying to clean the sugar drink off my jeans. I started my ignition, making a mental note to have Zero detail it tomorrow. Tonight, I would come back after church and sit here until she went to bed.

Sitting in church, King was getting angrier by the second. I knew where he would be headed tonight. At least he wouldn’t be hounding me about where I was.

“Where are we on this prick?” King asked.

“All we have is a sketch and a first name. It’s not much to go on.”

“It’s been six fucking months! I am at the point I might just have to call Luc and get Indigo out here.”

“Good God, that man is fucking scary as hell.” Jack shivered.

“Yea, well, he gets results,” Cash muttered.

“Dec said there hasn’t been a report in two weeks. Once we sent out that sketch to all the bars in the surrounding towns, there hasn’t been a single woman roofied,” Blade confirmed.

“No report doesn’t mean it’s not happening. Just means no one’s reported that shit,” Colt pointed out.

“You’ve got one more month before I call Luc,” King reiterated. “What else?”

“Got some reports of a club moving into our backyard,” Ghost shared.

“Where?”

“Hillsdale, Wyoming,” Ghost confirmed.

“Who are they?” Nav asked.

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